AN EXALTATION OF LARKS

Work in progress. For the Long Term Project: The Photobook
Penumbra Foundation







                     Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake                                                                                                                     and dress them in warm clothes again.
                          How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
                    until they forget that they are horses.
                                       It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
                    It’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio.
                                   how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
                    were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
                                                                                                                          to slice into pieces.
                    Look at the light through the windowpane. that means it’s noon, that means
                    we’re inconsolable.
                                                                       Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
                   These, our bodies, possessed by light.
                                                                                             Tell me we’ll never get used to it.





~ Scheherazade by Richard Siken. Crush, Richard Siken, 2005